On the vast Erlun Grassland, the north wind whistles and smoothies are everywhere. From time to time, there are waves of wolf roars, which are shocking. Three years have passed. This land of China and Outer Mongolia are a grassland on the border. It has been completely included in my country and has become a first-class wildlife protection zone. However, there is no protective measures within a radius of thousands of miles, because even so, no one dares to enter, because this is a place where wolves appear, and only the nearby villages have a layer of power grid protection.

Even so, the residents here hid in nearby cities because of fear, even the wolves had never hurt them. This place became a place with few donkeys.

But today, a convoy ran over with a fierce aura. Five off-road vehicles exuded an unscrupulous meaning, two Beijing-licensed Hummers, one JEEP Wrangler, one Dongfeng Warrior, and the last one was a military car, a cheetah. It can be seen that the people here are all figures that will tremble on the land of China with a stomp.

First of all, the ones who got off the car were more than a dozen bodyguards wearing black clothes and guns. Looking at the model of the pistol, it was a code of 88. It was only a 88 sniper that only Chinese special forces soldiers had. Then, an old man with a head full of Chinese came out of the car. The two Venus stars shining this light on his shoulder were particularly dazzling.

Later, two women walked down from Hummer and Wrangler, a young man, and a child about ten years old. One of them could be seen as a southerner at first sight, with a well-proportioned body and a standard off-road outfit. The occasionally exposed watches or mobile phones were astonishing. Her eyes were filled with longing and sadness. Looking at this vast academy from afar, she sighed softly: "Is this where the front grew up? This is the first time I have come. Sure enough, only such a land can raise a person like him."

Another woman was wearing a baseball cap covering half of her face, not to mention a pair of black-framed glasses that were not light enough. She held the camera in her hand, and the thick camouflage uniform also intentionally or unintentionally hidden her figure curve. She held the SLR camera in one hand, while holding the little boy's hand with the other hand.

The little man has slender eyelashes and narrow eyes, which shines with a charming light. The edges and corners on his face are almost carved from the same mold as Ye Feng, but his eyes are very similar to Han Lin. He is Ye Xiaohan, the son of Ye Feng and Han Lin.

"Auntie, did my dad grow up here?" Ye Xiaohan asked strangely. This woman in a baseball cap was called aunt by Ye Xiaohan. If Ye Feng's son could call him aunt, there was probably only one person, that was Ye Feng's aunt, Ye Xue.

"Yes, your father grew up here. When I first came to see him, he was as big as you, with bare butt, covered in scars, long hair, longer than your mother's hair, and covered in blood. Haha, don't look at your father who can achieve success and fame now. In the past twenty years, he suffered much more than he is now." Ye Xue said, a trace of nostalgia flowing out in his eyes.

"But where is my father now? It's been three years since he has not shown up. Mom said that he disappeared with Sister Siyue, so I don't know where he went."

But no one answered him again.

Ye Feng did not show up for three years. I remember that on that day, all of Ye Feng's relatives and friends retreated to Kunlun Mountain. Because they were provoked by the remnant Yin-Yang Princess Yin-Yang Princess, everyone thought Ye Feng would come back to fight in person, but Ye Feng took his daughter Ye Siyue and disappeared strangely. Later, the Yin-Yang Princess Yin-Yang Princess did not appear. Many people suspected that Ye Feng died with Princess Yin-Yang, but Taoist Master Qingling, Xueer, Qingdi Real Person, and the star-watching constellation at night, did not see Sirius falling. They all agreed that Ye Feng was not dead, and might have been dragged down somewhere.

And this delay lasted for three years. In these three years, almost every time the season changes, General Ye Rong and Dongfang Chaoyang would come here to take a look, because Dongfang Chaoyang was photographed in Shanghai before and has returned to Beijing to study. General Ye Rong has one year left to step down, and the condition is to accept Dongfang Chaoyang as his disciple.

Ye Rongya looked at the vast academy and sighed: "The scenery of the north is frozen thousands of miles away, and snow falls thousands of miles away. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there are only vast vast rivers, and the rivers are suddenly lost. The mountains are dancing silver snakes, and the wax figures are originally scattered, wanting to compete with the heavens. On a sunny day, you must see that the red dress is covered with plain clothes, which is particularly enchanting.

The country is so beautiful that countless heroes are competing for their backs. Regrettably, the Qin Emperor and Han Wu are slightly inferior to their literary talent; the Tang Emperor and Song ancestors are slightly inferior to the charming style. Genghis Khan, a genius of a generation, only knew how to bending their bows and shooting eagles. All of them have gone, and there are several romantic figures, and they still look at the present day.

Chaoyang, looking at the founding emperors throughout history, the most influential one is Zhu Yuanzhang. From a beggar to a monk, and then an emperor's life experience, this werewolf with no background, no backing, and no one looked at him, waswolves who had no ability and luck to mix with millions of people, which was unexpected to millions of people. In the long river of history, only Emperor Gaozu Liu Bang of Han Dynasty. But compared with them, you are much lucky, have a prominent family, and have a very extraordinary person, Ye Feng, to take you, so what you lack now is training. In your eyes, who is the most suitable to be the emperor today?"

The young man was actually the head of the Prince's Party in Dongfang Chaoyang. Although this is the case, he is also a branch of Fenglang Ye Yu. After hearing the question from the veteran General Ye Rong, he said without hesitation: "Ye Feng."

Ye Rong shook his head and said, "Ye Feng does have leadership skills, skills, and enough training, but he is the most unsuitable to be an emperor. Do you know why? Because he is too aggressive. As his grandfather, my evaluation of him is a hero in troubled times. The way of the emperor is, you must follow your father, Chairman Dongfang."

"Yes, teacher, but I still think that a good emperor should be like my father and Brother Feng. When dealing with bullying, we must attack fiercely. After the chaos, we must relax like our father. For example, three years ago, Kunlun Mountain was provoked by the Yin-Yang Princess. My father sent a whole fleet on the Ges Islands, and Yan Ling Fenglang Ye Yu returned to China in the Japanese forces. In this way, the most basic safety can be guaranteed." Dongfang Chaoyang said respectfully.

Ye Rong stopped talking, looked at the setting sun that was already late and sighed, "Haha, just be fine if you understand this." After that, Ye Rong no longer had the firm expression before, but turned into a grandfather purely. He sighed softly, "Feng'er, where have you been..."

At the same time, the southern beauty took a suitcase out of the car. Ye Xue asked with a smile: "Qingqing, what are you doing?"

The girl is Su Qingqing. She whispered: "I have made clothes for Feng in the past few years, and I don't know if he will be cold this winter."
Chapter completed!